Devil said, “It’s dark enough for you to go right now, but Senn is still in there, prowling about.”
A few minutes later Bell said, “We’ll have to go back inside right soon, I’m afraid, and there’ll be no noise to cover your passage through the window and the shed. Let us know when you want to take the risk.”
Devil finished his work and he and Bell sat around, talking as naturally as they could.
Tim heard someone open the door to the yard, and Senn’s voice came again.
“Looks as if the game is up,” whispered Bell.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” said Senn. “How is it you’re still here?”
Devil said, “We were talking about old times and such.”
Addison’s voice sounded just outside. “Shall I take them up?”
Senn stepped inside. “Not just yet.”
The rickety floor creaked and bent. Senn kicked lightly at the pile of wood. “Why in the name of common sense do you keep that much wood in here?”